There is something you should know about meSomething no one knows please believe me Very hard to tell i think i’m leavingThere is something you should know about me
Cause i feel so good yes it’s understoodI don’t know why you try to tell me liesI’d rather say to you goodbye
80's. Pop song. Catchy, volunteer & driving. Male singer, synth & 80's. Pop song. Catchy, volunteer & driving. Male singer, synth & rhythm.歌词
Coming, coming into my houseTurning, turning off the lightsRunning, running slowly runnersIf you wanna reach the crowd Heaven, bear the foolScreams of joy, leaving the road!Screams of joy, leaving the road! Catching, catching loosing your ageFalling, falling die againTalking, talking sounds of liesPainting, painting picture of rage Heaven, bear the foolScreams of joy, leaving the road!Screams of joy, leaving the road!
80's. Pop song. Catchy & lively. Male singer, choir, synth & rhythm.歌词
To temper is a reasonAnd as you see meYou Oh Great IntensityI'm a dreamerRunning through a skin You will shock me in the middleYou will I hear your voice on the radioI don't understand you're everywhereI hear your voice on my radioon my radio You will hit the nightNo Remorse in the mirrorsYou will shock the night I hear your voice on the radioI don't understand you're everywhereI hear your voice on my radioon my radio
If Wishes Were Horses Then Beggars Would RideBut You Stayed At The Door Too Afraid To TryYou Lost Your Licks Along The WayAnd The Band Just Kicked Away You Stepped On The Stage Once BeforeNow You Say You Dont Want To Play AnymoreYou've Lost Your Light It Just Faded AwayIn Different Shades Of Grey Its Always Darker Before DawnBut You Never Took A Chance And Now Its GoneYou Cant Go Back You Cant RewindYou Lost Your Tricks Somewhere Down The Line Do You Remember Your Passionnata ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughtaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You Gotta The Rain Has Washed Those Dirty StreetsWere We Use To Play Where We Use To MeetThey Say It Never Rains But It PoursBut Is It Ever Too Late To Break Down The Door ? We Were Two Of A Kind Once BeforeBut You Dont Want To Hear It AnymoreI Cant Believe Your Heart Has ChangeHow Does It Feel To Act Your Age ? You Wanted A Place In The SunBut You Skipped Your Turn That Day Is GoneYou Cant Look Back Cos You're So BlindYou Cant Hold Back The Hands Of Time Do You Remember Your Passionatta ?Dancing To The Beat Like You OughttaDo You Remember Your Passionnata ?Shake It All Out Like You GottaOh You Gotta
80's. Pop song. Soulful, simple & uplifting. Male singer, claps, 80's. Pop song. Soulful, simple & uplifting. Male singer, claps, synth & rhythm.歌词
I know it's raining tonightAnd even if it's cold outsideYou're not aloneYou're not aloneI know it's raining BabyAnd even if it's cold tonightYou're not alone
Just let me take you downTake you downJust let me take you downTake you downJust let me take you downJust let me take you downTake you downTake
Writing words on a computerSending text in a social networkSpying people, stolen data Writing words on a computerSending text in a social networkSpying people, stolen data
80's. Pop song. Sentimental, driving & lively. Male singer, synth & 80's. Pop song. Sentimental, driving & lively. Male singer, synth & rhythm.歌词
Hey girl tell me what’s wrong with youYour words just fill me with pain girlI’m not your kind Hey girl, help me understandThe world is in your hands girlDon’t be blind Hey girl tell me what’s wrong with youYour words just fill me with pain girlI’m not your kind Tell me, we go where you pleaseWe cross the seven seas girl, night and dayBelieve me, it’s all about you and meNo need to cry I’ll dry those tears girl, night and day In my world, everything’s blue and greenDon’t you know you’re my queen girl, come by my side Forever, we’ll make plans togetherTry a little bit harder, don’t be sad Tell me, we go where you pleaseWe cross the seven seas girl, night and dayBelieve me, it’s all about you and meNo need to cry I’ll dry those tears girl, night and day
80's. Pop song. Lively, quirky & sentimental. Synth solo @ 0'37. Male 80's. Pop song. Lively, quirky & sentimental. Synth solo @ 0'37. Male singer Synth & rhythm.歌词
We’re back to the startI won’t go to the landThru the eye of an eagleNothing seems to ruffle her The life is going onBut why don’t you see meAgainst the meaning of my friendsI’m not ready to let you go Please can’t you see my feelings and my lonely soulPlease can’t you my feelings and my lonely soul
-On va faire un tour?-Moi j’vais m’baigner elle est bonne.-Oh y’a un beau magasin de souvenirs ici!-On s’met pépère on s’met à l’aise!-Y’a un magasin de gaufres un magasin de chichis…-C’est pas tous les jours qu’on peut en profiter hein!-Moi je prépare le barbeuc.
On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc?On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc.
-On s’balade on r’garde les menus-On s’écoute un peu d’musique?-Moi j’vais faire du thé, qui qu’en veut?-Il sent trop bon ton gâteau maman!
On va boire un truc?On s’mange une crêpe?On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc.On va boire un truc?On s’mange une crêpe?On va boire un coup?J’vous paie un truc, j’vous paie un truc.
Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. Song. Sung in Italian.1944. Protest song. Determined & exhilarating. Male choir & acoustic guitar. Constant accelaration.歌词
Italiano :Una mattina mi sono alzatoO bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Una mattina mi sono alzato E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano portami via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano portami via Ché mi sento di morir
E se io muoio da partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E se muoio da partigiano Tu mi devi seppellir
E seppellire lassù in montagna O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E seppellire lassù in montagna Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior
Tutte le genti che passeranno O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao E le genti che passeranno Mi diranno: che bel fior
E quest' è il fiore del partigiano O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao Quest'è il fiore del partigiano Morto per la libertà.
Français :Un matin, je me suis réveillé Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Un matin, je me suis réveillé Et j'ai trouvé l'envahisseur
Ô ! partisan emportes-moi Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Ô ! Partisan emporte-moi Je me sens prêt à mourir.
Et si je meurs en partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et si je meurs en partisan Tu devras m'enterrer.
Tu devras m'enterrer là-haut sur la montagne Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Ciao, ciao Au revoir, au revoir Tu devras m'enterrer la haut sur la montagne A l'ombre d'une belle fleur.
Tous les gens qui passeront Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir Et les gens qui passeront Me diront «quelle belle fleur»
Et c'est la fleur du partisan Ô ma belle au revoir (x3) Au revoir, au revoir C'est la fleur du partisan Mort pour la liberté. Anglais:One morning I awakened, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao! (Goodbye beautiful) One morning I awakened And I found the invader.
Oh partisan carry me away, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Oh partisan carry me away Because I feel death approaching.
And if I die as a partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And if I die as a partisan Then you must bury me.
Bury me up in the mountain, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao Bury me up in the mountain Under the shade of a beautiful flower.
And all those who shall pass, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao And all those who shall pass Will tell me "what a beautiful flower."
This is the flower of the partisan, Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao This is the flower of the partisan Who died for freedom
Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.歌词
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
ItalianoVola, vola farfalla mia Al di la, dello spazio e del tempo Vola, vai farfalla, vola Scopri i confini dei sogni Dove stà un’altra realtà Vola, vai farfalla, vola.
Come domani non c'è Vivi sta notte Vicina alle stelle Con mille pianeti, galassie segrete Facciamo il viaggio... Vola con me
Passa dietro le barricate Fa cadere i muri delle prigioni Vola, vai farfalla, vola
Come domani non c'è Vivi sta notte Vicina alle stelle Con mille pianeti, galassie segrete Facciamo il viaggio... Vola con me
Français
Vole, comme s’il n’y avait plus de lendemain Vis cette nuit Près des étoiles Avec mille planètes, galaxies secrètes Faisons le voyage Vole avec moi
Passe derrière les barricades Fais tomber les murs des prisons Vole, mon papillon vole.
Vole, vole mon papillon Au-delà de l’espace du temps Vole, va mon papillon, vole Découvre les confins des songes Là où il y a une autre réalité Vole, mon papillon vole
English
Fly, fly my butterfly
Beyond space and time Fly, go butterfly, fly Go find the edge of dreams Where there is another reality Fly, go butterfly, fly
As if there were no tomorrow Live this night Next to the stars With a thousand planets, secret galaxies Let’s take the trip Fly with me
Pass behind the barricades Bring down the prison walls Fly, go butterfly, fly
